#roman bridger/ y/n

[floralcyanide]

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 • 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫

Part Six (NSFW)

Roman Bridger x AFAB!Reader

The day Roman first laid eyes on you, he knew he had to have you. There was something about you that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, and usually, he was good at reading people off the bat. But you were a different story. Naturally, you only opened up when necessary, not letting people in if you didn’t have a reason to. So you were guarded, and Roman didn’t like that. He wanted to worm his way into your life, no matter what it took.

If that took delving into his twisted past again in order to get to you, so be it.

AFAB - (assigned female at birth) someone who is born female but can identify with she/her or other pronouns. reader pronouns are gender neutral, so people who use any pronouns can read, but female anatomy will be used and described in this fanfiction eventually.

warnings: gore, descriptions of a dead body, murder, mentions of murder, coarse language, smut, nsfw, unprotected sex, penetration (p in v), oral sex (f receiving), choking, kissing, ass slapping, breast/ nipple play, reminder that reader is afab, so female anatomy is described in this part.

word count: 3037

author's note: here's part six! there's some gore and smut in this one. I was about to end the chapter and couldn't help but add some spice. ((: I hope you all enjoy!! please reblog/ like if you do

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

“Something about you is different.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You seem like you got laid. Maybe.”

You scoff at Tyson, rolling your eyes, “Mind your business.”

“So you did get laid, huh? Finally. I was worried you would get your face stuck in a permanent scowl.”

You ignore Tyson, dialing up Sarah Darling’s phone number for the tenth time today. Yesterday evening, you called and texted about the same amount. She always answers her phone unless she’s on set actively acting. So you’re slightly worried about her, especially after the incident with Cotton. Everyone had sort of acted like it didn’t happen for the sake of the movie continuing. However, it’s obviously still on everyone’s minds. You still stare at the chair that used to be his sometimes. 

It’s been a few days since the endeavor with Roman, and you try your best not to think about it and focus on work. But every time you see him, you remember that night. It still sends chills up your spine. The last you talked to him was Wednesday, and that’s heavy on your mind too. That evening he called and was so demanding like his adrenaline was high. He had guided you through the most mind-blowing phone sex you’ve ever had. Roman had instructed you on how to touch yourself and how loud to be for him, and he laughed a sick laugh as you came, saying how good you were for him. Thinking about it now while on set has you flustered. 

Tyson is conversing with Angelina and Tom as you all sit on the prop stairs of Sidney Prescott’s home, having aimless conversation during your break. 

“Has anyone heard from Sarah?” you suddenly ask aloud, interrupting Tom and Tyson’s debate on which coffee cart sandwich was better.

Tyson shakes his head, and Angelina says a quiet “No.” while Tom shrugs.

“Sarah is probably okay. Maybe just hungover,” he says.

“For two days?” you ask, looking at him incredulously, “The last I saw or heard from her was here on Wednesday. It’s now Friday, and nothing.”

“Sarah doesn’t drink like that, Tom,” Angelina says, staring at him like he’s an idiot, “And she would never miss work unless absolutely necessary.”

“Hey, Y/N!” 

You turn and see Roman heading toward the group, waving you down.

“Yes?” you ask, confused.

“Could you do me a big favor? I need a new Ghostface costume, and the costume director is currently stuck in lunch traffic. Mind going by the costume room and snagging one for me?” Roman smiles.

“Uh, sure?” you say, getting up from the stoop, “See you guys in a sec.”

“That room is hella creepy. I wouldn’t go in there,” Tyson snorts behind you.

“It’s down the stairs and down the long hallway, then to your left. Can’t miss it,” Roman says, walking alongside you momentarily before he lets you continue without him.

The stairwell and long hallway are eerily silent, even with people all over the building. The lights are dimmed like no one has been here for a while. It’s odd. You approach the door you think Roman was referring to, but something is sticking out of the door. The closer you get, the more a pungent smell accumulates in your nose. When you’re a few feet away, that’s when you see a pool of blood on the ground in front of the costume room door. Upon closer inspection, you realize the thing sticking out of the door was, in fact, Sarah Darling. Mangled and stabbed. Glass was sticking out of her body in weird angles, and her eyes were glossed over and milky looking. Dried blood is caked around her open mouth and nose. You cover your mouth to keep from getting physically ill from not just the smell but the sight of Sarah’s dead body. Backing away, you turn and start running back to the set as fast as possible.

“Help!” you scream as soon as you get back to the set, out of breath from sprinting.

“What’s wrong?” Roman runs to you.

“Sarah,” you pant, tears springing to your eyes, “She’s dead,” you gasp.

“What?” Roman freezes, running a hand over his face, “Where?”

“The costume room,” you say, your voice wavering.

Roman pulls you into his chest, comforting you as you cry into his shirt. Everyone is looking at you and has been listening to the conversation. Security starts heading to the costume room, and Sage runs over to you.

“Hey, what’s going on?” she asks, gently touching your shoulder.

“Sarah Darling,” you say sadly, pulling your face away from Roman’s chest, “I found her.”

Sage’s eyes soften, “Is she okay? I know it’s been a few days since you heard from her.”

You shake your head, “She’s dead.”

“Oh my god,” Sage gasps, “This isn’t good.”

Roman lets go of you, “How about you go sit down, and I go see what’s going on, okay?”

You nod and go with Sage to where the others are still sitting.

“I can’t believe they killed Sarah,” Tom says, lighting a cigarette. He wasn’t supposed to smoke inside, but honestly, you didn’t think anyone would care or notice right now.

Jennifer walks up to the group with Dewey Riley, one of the survivors of the actual Woodsboro Murders. 

“Give me that,” Jennifer sneers at Tom, yanking his cigarette from his hand and taking a big drag, “Do you know how long it’s been since I had one of these?”

“You could’ve just asked for your own, you know,” Tom grumbles, getting a new cigarette from the pack.

Dewey grimaces at Jennifer smoking like it’s going out of style.

“Why are you smoking again, Jennifer?” Angelina asks, confused.

Besides Sarah being dead, she couldn’t figure out why Jennifer would act this way. She’s dramatic, but not that dramatic. 

“Have you not noticed?” Jennifer motions around her, “I’m next.”

“How exactly are you next?” Tyson asks, his eyebrow raised.

“So far, the killer has killed in the order of who dies in the movie,” Dewey speaks up, “By this rate, Jennifer may be next. All of you should be careful, even you extras.”

You and Sage look at each other, worried.

“Why is that?” you ask Dewey.

“When the killer gets to a certain point, they will kill everyone who gets in their way,” Dewey says, looking down, “It doesn’t matter who you are.”

You gulp, nodding in understanding, “Good to know, I guess.”

Everyone is silent for a moment until you remember something Sarah had said when Cotton died, “It could be anyone.”

Everyone looks at you in horror before their faces turn into sad realization.

“You’re right,” Dewey says, “So trust no one and stay together. Don’t go anywhere alone.”

You wipe your eyes one last time before getting up, walking to the coffee cart, and grabbing a water bottle. It’s a little ways from the group, but you aren’t worried. You need some time to yourself right now after what you have seen. 

“Excuse me,” someone walks up to you, and you turn around to see none other than Gale Weathers.

“Yes?” 

“Do you work here? I have some questions about Cotton Weary’s death,” Gale asks, digging around in her bag for a notepad.

“I do. I’m an extra. And you should probably know that someone else has died on set, so you may not be allowed here right now,” you wince, looking around to make sure you aren’t about to be swamped by security.

“Someone else has been murdered?” Gale asks, “Who?”

Before you can say anything else, Dewey approaches, “Gale?”

“Dewey? Did you hear about Cotton too?”

“Of course I did. I work on set,” Dewey says, growing frustrated, “Why are you here?”

“Doing my job. And apparently, I came at the right time,” Gale says, readjusting her bag on her shoulder.

“There’s no press allowed on set,” Dewey snaps.

“Do you see a camera, Dewey?” Gale says snarkily.

“I got you that purse, Gale. Remember?”

Gale awkwardly shifts before flicking her hair behind her shoulder, “Fine. Off the record.”

“Hey!” Roman shouts from the set exit, “You can’t be here!”

Gale sighs, “I guess I gotta go. It was nice seeing you, Dewey. And nice meeting you,” Gale trails off when she faces you.

“Y/N.”

“It was nice meeting you, Y/N.”

“Sorry about that,” Dewey scratches the back of his neck.

“You’re fine. It’s always weird running into an ex,” you pay his shoulder before walking away from the cart.

Roman stops you before you reach the prop steps, “Can we talk?”

“About what?” you ask, closing your water bottle.

“Come with me to my office.”

You look at Sage, who gives you a funny look.

“I’ll explain later,” you mouth to her, and she nods.

You and Roman go a different way to his office, avoiding the crime scene that is now swarming with police and detectives. Once you arrive, Roman immediately closes the door and locks it, slamming you against it. He presses his lips to yours, quickly turning the kiss into a makeout session.

“Well, hello to you, too,” you pull away, “What did you need to talk to me about?”

With one final peck to your lips, Roman pulls away and walks to his desk chair.

“I think the police are going to question me soon.”

“What for?” you ask.

“Sarah and I were supposed to meet here in my office to go over the script, but I was stuck in traffic and didn’t make it in time for our meeting. But once the police find this out, they will ask questions.”

“I understand. Did you want to tell me this so I wouldn’t be worried?”

“Yes,” Roman says, spinning around in his chair a little, “I didn’t want you to think I was involved because I wasn’t.”

You nod, walking over to Roman, taking his hands into yours, “I don’t think you’re capable of killing someone. You’re too sweet.”

Roman scoffs, “Sweet, huh? Would sweet want to take you right here on this desk? Fuck you doggy style and shove your underwear into your mouth to make you shut up?”

“I’m guessing you’ve thought about that scenario many times,” you chuckle, “But I’m sure people will be looking for us soon.”

“Not if we’re quick,” Roman winks, bringing one of your hands up to his lips and kissing it.

“Fucking at work is really risky, Ro,” you say hesitantly, but the situation he described sounded hot, in all honesty. 

Roman just stares up at you, his eyes longing and pupils growing in size. He moves his hands from yours, sliding them up your arms until he reaches your elbows. Roman then lets his hands travel to your hips, shoving his hands up your shirt and running his fingers over your skin. Chills erupt across your body as you watch Roman touch you softly. He secures his hands to your waist, pushing you down until you sit on his lap. Roman pulls your shirt up and off of you, delighted to see you’re braless today.

“All ready for me, hmm?”

“Well, it’s kind of warm today, so,” you shrug, teasing him.

“Whatever you say,” Roman smirks, attaching his mouth to one of your nipples.

You roll your hips, letting your core grind against his through your pants. Your arms are draped on Roman’s shoulders as he bites and sucks your breasts. Continuing to roll your hips, Roman pinches both of the sensitive buds on your chest, pulling on them as you grind harder on him.

“Are you gonna fuck me over the desk or not?” you sigh, wanting some sort of distraction right now as images of Sarah flash behind your eyes occasionally.

Roman picks you up and slams you down on the desk, which is mainly cleared off already. He yanks your pants down your legs, discarding them altogether. Roman kneels behind you, flattening his tongue over your clothed pussy. He licks a stripe up your slit, the small wet patch that was there growing more at the contact. Roman pulls your underwear down and off your legs, too, wasting no time delving his tongue into you. You whine and wiggle your hips against his face, trying your best not to ride it. Roman reaches up and slides in two fingers beside his tongue, lapping up your arousal as he finger fucks you. 

“God, Roman. Your fingers feel so good,” you moan, your nipples pressing into the desk at the right angle as Roman plunges his tongue and fingers into you.

“I bet my cock would feel better,” he says, pulling away from you and standing up.

He pulls his pants and underwear down his thighs, pumping his length a few times before lining up with your dripping entrance. You’re on the pill and trust Roman more now, so you don’t worry much about a condom this time around. He slowly pushes into you, and you groan at the feeling of him stretching you out. Your hands grip the edge of the desk, preparing for the moment he starts fucking you. Roman fills you to the hilt, letting himself adjust to your grip before he slides out and then back in. He continues this, going harder and faster with each stroke. Before you know it, you’re being propelled forward against the desk, Roman pounding his cock into you at a delicious pace. He wraps a hand around your throat, giving himself some leverage as he squeezes it. 

“Do you like that, kitten? Do you like me fucking you over this desk?”

“Uh huh- fuck,” you moan a little too loudly when Roman hits a spot inside you just right.

Before you can attempt to apologize, Roman has balled up your underwear and shoves it into your open mouth, “Don’t think I didn’t forget that part of my fantasy.”

You moan freely into the fabric, crying out as Roman repeatedly hits that spot. He leans over, letting his hand find your clit as he rubs it vigorously. Roman’s hovered over your back, your ass pressed against his stomach as he fucks you. Letting go of your throat, he lands a smack onto your asscheek, squeezing it and soothing over the red spot. You whine, turning your head to watch him as he mercilessly thrusts his hips forward. Roman has long since ditched his glasses, and his hair is slightly sweaty and hanging in his face. He looks determined and focused, giving his all as he slams his body forward into yours. 

“So good for me. Your pretty pussy is so tight. I love wearing it out,” Roman leans over you and whispers in your ear, knowing you can’t reply.

You squeeze your eyes shut as your stomach tightens into a knot, your legs beginning to shake. Roman grips your ass as he starts rubbing your clit rapidly, causing you to let out a long groan that doesn’t seem to let up the closer your orgasm gets. You’re panting and grunting into your balled-up underwear as you clench around Roman, causing him to twitch inside you. 

“Are you gonna cum for me? Hmm?” Roman growls, smacking your ass again, “Cum for me, baby.”

Your body relaxes, and you feel yourself gush with a deep, animalistic groan as Roman hits your g spot dead-on and rubs your clit just right.

“Fuck,” you cry, bucking your hips with Roman’s as he lets you ride out your orgasm, your pussy still convulsing and squirting, causing Roman to tip over the edge.

“Christ,” he bites his lip, watching his cock pump you full of his cum as squelching noises fill the room. 

You catch your breath, removing the underwear from your mouth, “Sorry for making a mess.”

“It was well worth it,” Roman sighs, running his hand down your back and over your ass, “Think you could do it again?”

You laugh an exhausted laugh, “I don’t know, Ro.”

“Come on, I know you’ve got more in you,” Roman says, flipping you over on your back.

“Fine, you can try,” you sigh, pushing your hips until they’re at the edge of the desk.

Roman licks his lips before circling your sensitive clit with his tongue, lapping at it. You whine, trying not to move around from overstimulation. Roman presses an arm over your stomach, holding you down as he lightly rubs the bundle of nerves with two fingers. You thrust against his fingers, and Roman speeds up, gradually adding fingers until his whole hand rubs your pussy as fast as he can. You’re moving your hips along Roman’s hand as he rubs you, feeling another orgasm on the horizon.

“I’m gonna fucking cum, Roman,” you warn, your body convulsing from the overstimulation.

You roll your nipples between your fingers as you feel yourself release, and Roman hurries to put his mouth over you. Seeing him swallowing up your squirt makes you gush more, tears burning in your eyes as he runs his tongue over your clit softly, urging you to cum more. You cry out as you jerk around, a third orgasm approaching. You’re fucked out, but it feels so good having Roman eat out your sensitive cunt. He sticks his tongue inside you again, rubbing tight circles on your clit as you cum for a third time. Roman laps up as much as he can, licking you clean before he stands up. His face glistens with your arousal, and you laugh weakly as he wipes his face.

“What?” he asks, leaning over you, his hands running along your body.

“You look good with my cum all over your face,” you say daringly, placing your hands on both of Roman’s cheeks as he dips his head down to yours.

He hums before kissing you open-mouthed, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. It’s kind of hot, and if your body would allow it, you’d totally be turned on again. But you’re about to melt into the desk by this point.

“Let’s get you dressed,” Roman pulls away, gathering your clothes for you, “Do you feel better now?”

“Yeah, but,” you trail off, avoiding Roman’s gaze, “I can still see her every time I close my eyes.”

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[getmeoutofhell]

Slasher House

warnings: cussing, demons, and well ofc, slashers.

a/n: enjoy my little angels!

you don’t know how you ended up here, but here you were, in a shitty house in the middle of no where. also did i mention there’s a bunch of psycho killers that live with you?? no? well let me tell you.

freddy, hannibal + will, art + the little girl, vincent, candy man, pin head, bo, bubba, thomas, penny + pennywise, michael, cory, all ghostfaces, jason, chucky, tiffany, carrie, jennifer, anabelle, patrick, crepper, valak, the crooked man, and the babadook somehow lived here.

well, bubba & thomas don’t live with you, but about an hour or so away. the come visit on saturday’s tho, so that’s nice.

about every damn 5 minutes there’s a fight somewhere happening. it’s usually freddy and jason, but sometimes it’s penny and pennywise going at it over something you don’t care to ask about.

sometimes you see art come in and break up the fight, you think it’s cute how he’s always there to help.

hannibal and will have their own stuff to them selves by acquiring their own room and bathroom. they keep their relationship and love live private from you and the rest of the group, but you guys respect it.

sometimes hannibal, will, candy man, and pin head have nice conversations, but will gets bored and leaves them alone.

patrick is everyone’s opp, like literally everyones. hannibal was fighting the urge to eat him as soon as he met him. but you had to beg him not to. freddy really can’t stand him. he said he’s a “proper bitch” which you can agree with somewhat.

now let’s talk about valak. he’s very, very, very sneaky. like, concerning type sneaky. you never hear him, or see him, unless he wants to be seen. he talks, barley. sometimes you see him with anabelle or the crooked man. he sometimes scares you, and he knows.

the babadook on the other hand, he stays hidden, literally. it’s your job to get up everyday and feed him his daily worms, or he gets grumpy and makes the house shake and shit. he kinda only trust you for some odd reason to feed him. you’ll never question it tho.

you sleep in the second floor of this monstrosity of an house. on your floor is freddy, carrie, billy, and stu.

carrie is very sweet, and usually speaks only when spoken to. freddy on the other hand…we all know how he is.

billy and stu, are probably the loudest on your floor. and that’s because they throw fucking party’s in their room with the other ghostfaces. sometimes you’re invited, sometimes not. it depends on billy’s mood that day.

now don’t get me started on the rest of them…

i really wanna start writing this so i hope you guys like it!

[loveandmurders]

Imagine you're dating Roman Bridger but you don't know he is Ghostface or that he is related to Sidney.

You get jealous of the way he is interested in her and you get into an argument with him. Because of that he can't convince you to stay at home the night he is supposed to attack Sidney and her little friends.

Imagine you unfortunately run into Ghostface and you're frozen in fear, deseperately looking for anything you could use as a weapon to protect yourself.

But Roman is looking you up and down and he can only think "Damn, why is my partner that hot. Pretty sure it's illegal". You're getting confused as why Ghostface isn't trying to murder you. You're even more confused when Ghostface gently corners you against a wall and starts flirting with you.

"Hello sweetheart" he purrs and you just don't know what to do. "You should go back home, you're not safe here" he continues and you arches an eyebrow.

"Why... Because you will kill me?" you ask

"Why would I kill something as pretty as you" he hums and you fight against the blush spreading across your cheeks

"I... I've got a boyfriend" you feel like you have to say, no matter how surrealist the situation is.

"Oh yeah? And he is taking a good care of you?" Roman wonders as he lifts your chin with his gloved fingers.

"Well... Not lately no..." you admit "He is like you, you know, interested in Sidney, like if she was the only thing important in here. Gosh I even sexily dressed up to get him back in my bed, but he wasn't home tonight..." you stop yourself as you're realising you're babbling about your current love life to Ghostface.

Roman isn't too happy about what he is hearing. He can't keep neglecting you like that.

Imagine Ghostface moving even closer to you as his hands found their way down your waist.

"Your boyfriend of yours sounds like a blind idiot. Who would prefer Sidney to you? Let me take care of you" he offers

"I... What?"

Imagine Ghostface guiding you to a room he knows no one will bother you. You don't know what is going to happen to you. Before you know it, you are being seduced and pleasured out of your right mind. You even forget about the situation or the fact that a killer is taking a real good care of you.

You don't even remember how you get back home. All you know it that next morning, Roman is an absolute sweetheart to you. But you feel awfully guilty because you cheated on him.

Imagine Roman laughing at you as you tell him you had sex with Ghostface.

Imagine him replying to you "I know, babe, I was there"

[jinx-s-things]

Ghostface on valentines day headcanons

Characters: Billy loomis, Stu macher

Roman bridger, Amber Freeman

Billy loomis

•Billy doesn’t really like Valentine’s Day’s but tries to make it special for you.

•he doesn’t know what to get you but he just guessed and got you a nice necklace with a heart on it.

•Billy took you out on a nice date and then you went shopping for clothes and billy rented a horror movie for the night.

Stu macher

•Stu absolutely LOVES Valentine’s Day, he spends more time you and buys you anything you want.

•He takes you to a fair or the beach and then you go to get food like hotdogs, cotton candy, ice cream etc.

•you got back home and saw heart shaped balloons and flowers, Stu lead you to the room and there were candles everywhere with candy on the bed you then had sex.

Amber Freeman

•Amber doesn’t really enjoy the holiday but she like’s to spend some more time with you.

•Amber looks all around the store for stuff she can get you but it’s hard cause she has no idea what she’s doing.

•she ends up giving you a box of chocolates with a giant teddy bear. You and Amber also made flower bouquets made out of paper.

•you guys don’t really do anything date- wise but you and Amber maybe go to a cute cafe or go for a walk.

•you guys end the day off with making some popcorn and watching a horror movie or something funny.

Roman bridger

•Roman loves to spoil you on Valentine’s Day he goes out buys lots of stuff. He buys anything you ask for like Candy, flowers, jewellery etc.

•He likes takes you out on dates to fancy restaurants. He’s also really romantic, he opens the door for you.

•Sometimes on Valentine’s Day you just stay home Roman cooks for you then watch a movie you got to pick it of course.

[creepyyanderegirl]

Yandere Roman Bridger headcanoes- Directors Obsession

Roman Bridger yandere headcanoes by Creepyyanderegirl

*Roman is dominant

*Roman is an insane, obsessive and jealous yandere

*Romans love language is gifts

*Roman is 100% a yandere

*Roman uses hunny,sweetheart and beautiful as his pet names

*FAME

*JEALOUSY

*Very insane, obsessive,dominant and controlling

*YANDERE

*Roman is not that affectionate. He just holds your hand sometimes.

*Roman will make jokes when your upset

*Roman wants 4 kids in the future

*You make the meals

*Roman is bisexual

*Roman waits 2 years before proposing

*Crazy Fame Perfect life

*Roman likes the idea of a movie night as his dream date

*Romans favorite spot to kiss you is your chest

*Roman uses spanking as his punishment

*Roman is a brutal and ruthless killer

Roman Bridger-"Your mine my sweet beautiful hunny."

[formydearestreaders]

Dearest gentle reader, i am lady margo.

There are many topics waiting to be written about. I don’t have much experience in writing story’s however I have visual ideas and I’m ready to make those visions come true. There are many things I will write about, tho many things I won’t tolerate or allow to be written on my page.

Some of those things would include-

✃fluff/angst

✃smut

✃choking kink

✃praise kink

Things i will NOT write about-

✃piss kink

✃r@pe

✃abuse

✃cheating

Some of the people i will write about

✃rory culkin characters

✃ethan landry/jack champion

✃roman bridger (scream 3)

✃ Timothée Chalamet  Characters 

And many others but those are some of my main ideas for storys at the moment. You can always request specific stories, or characters you want me to write about. With that being said I DO, have the right to decline any stories im uncomfortable with, or don’t like. One more thing before i sign off, who would you want my first story to be about?

𝐗𝐨𝐱𝐨- 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐨 ఌ

[vioartemis]

One last time

(Tara Carpenter x fem! Bridger! reader)

Summary: Amber and Richie planned on framing Sam and you for the 2022 massacre, as you were both daughters of past Ghostfaces. Only thing; the fans never get a happy end. Neither do you. Request is here :)) a/n: This is pretty short I'm sorry I couldn't come up with anything else 😭 Warnings: blood, injuries, death (reader), angst (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

“Imagine the headlines tomorrow: ‘Billy Loomis’ daughter went mad and killed her friends with the help of her accomplice, Roman Bridger’s daughter! The two wanted to pursue the legacy of their fathers.’ Now that’s what we want to see!” Amber said, holding a knife to your throat

Your little group was gathered in the kitchen of her house after Richie and her tried to kill you and exposed their plan.

“What are you talking about? Roman died in 2000, he doesn’t have a daughter.” Sidney said

“No one here is his daughter!” Tara yelled

Richie turned to you with a smirk on his face.

“Oh, you didn’t tell her did you? I thought you would’ve, when Sam confessed being Billy’s daughter”

All eyes were on you.

“Fuck you.” you spat at him

“Y/n…? He’s wrong right…? You’re not…” you gave Tara a guilty look “Oh my god… why didn’t you tell me…?”

“Because… because I didn’t want to lose you… I was scared you would leave me if you knew…!”

“How am I supposed to trust you…? You lied to me for more than two years! Two fucking years Y/n! How can I know you’re telling the truth? Maybe you’re with them. Maybe-“

“Don’t say that…” you started to tear up “Please don’t say that…”

She looked away from you, like she couldn't bear to see you again. That broke your heart.

Lying to your own girlfriend for two years hurt you too. You wanted to tell her, you tried multiple times. But every time the words got stuck in your throat.

“Ow sorry, I think we messed up your relationship…” Amber smirked at you

You didn’t think about her knife still on your throat and punched her in the face. No one saw it coming.

Sidney took this opportunity to take a kitchen knife and attacked Richie, too focused on you to defend himself.

Everyone started fighting everyone. It was a messy fight; everyone was a little confused by your sudden punch at Amber.

You tried to protect Tara from the fights, pushing her away when Richie tried to stab her. They made her question your relationship? Fine. You would make them pay for that. But the most important thing was keeping her safe.

At one moment, you got thrown against the counter. You got up quickly, but Amber was now ready to shoot you. When she pulled the trigger, Tara screamed.

“Aw come on, I’m like two meters away how can you miss such an easy shot?” you smirked at the killer

“Oh you…”

She was ready to try again, but Sidney slammed the hand sanitizer on her head, making her drop the gun.

Immediately you tried to take it, but Gale looked at you with suspicious eyes.

“Right, you don’t trust me”

You backed up, letting her take the gun.

Amber tried to explain herself and convince Gale not to shoot her, but she did it anyway. The girl fell on the stove and lit up.

“Holly shit…” you let out as she burned and fell on the floor

A scream was heard, coming from the hall. Everyone got out of the kitchen and ran to the hall, ready to help.

On your way there, you grabbed Sidney’s gun that slid into a corner earlier. Just in case.

When you arrived, Sam was standing in front of Richie’s dead body, covered in blood. She didn’t need help after all.

“Careful, they always come back” Gale said

Sam took the gun from her and shot Richie in the head.

You all sighed in relief, until you heard a scream behind you. Amber was still alive and was running toward you knife in hand.

Your body reacted before your brain could process what was happening. You shot her in the head before she could hurt anyone else.

“Y/n…” Tara said, next to you

“I know, I took the gun. I’m sorry, here” you drop it “I’m not with them I-“

“No you’re bleeding!”

“Hm?” you looked down. There was blood on your jeans. “Oh… yeah… I forgot about that…”

You were too focused on Tara’s well being you completely forgot about your own wounds. Multiple wounds.

You placed a hand on your stomach. It came back stained with blood. Your black shirt made it difficult to see you were bleeding.

All of a sudden, you collapsed on the floor, all your strength leaving you.

“Shit…” you groaned as the pain grew

Tara knelt beside you, concern written on her face. She lifted your shirt up to see where your were hurt. Three stab wounds and one bullet hole.

“When did you-“

The fight flashed before her eyes. When Richie was about to stab her you protected her. Three times. Then Amber tired to shoot you.

“You said she missed…!”

“Maybe I lied…”

You started coughing, blood coming out of your chest and mouth. Your girlfriend tried to stop the bleeding, applying pressure on your wounds.

"Sam call an ambulance!" she yelled at her sister before turning back to you "Y/n I'm sorry I told you that earlier... I didn't mean it I swear..."

"I know, I know..." you smiled weakly, putting a hand on her cheek and wiping her tears gently "It's okay my love... please don't cry... I want to see your smile one last time..."

"W-what do you mean 'one last time'...?"

"You can't save me Tara..."

"No no no no no..."

"C'mon... smile for me, my pretty girl..."

She held back her tears and cracked a weak smile.

"I love you so much..." you whispered, still smilling

"I love you too..."

You closed your eyes for a second, the light hurting you.

"Y/n...?" your arm fell slowly "Hey..." she shook you slightly "Baby please... Y/n...! Please wake up...! Don't leave me..."

She wanted to scream. You couldn't die. Not like that. Not now. You still had so many things to do...

"What about these holidays we talked about...? The amusement park...? The dates on the beach...? The sunsets you said we'd see together...? Y/n please..."

She couldn't admit it. Even months after. She still hoped you would come at her door one day, hug her, kiss her, take her hand and take her with you to some cool place you promised her to go.

But you never came.

Sometimes she dreamt about you. Waking up without you next to her was always heartbreaking. She kept the clothes you forgot in her closet. At first they still smelt like you. Not anymore.

It was like you really disappeared. Every trace of your presence slowly vanished.

Not the pictures though. Oh how much she cried looking at your selfies together, holding your favorite necklace tight in her hand. The one she gave you on your first anniversary. The one you never took off.

Everyone told her to move on, to see someone if she needed help. But she didn't need help. She needed you.

[g4yforethan]

celebration

pairing: roman bridger x male!reader

summary: roman and reader have some fun after his birthday party ;)

warnings: smut, cursing, top!roman, bottom!reader

a/n: bro scott foley is so fine omfg! also roman is not the killer in this story too

"happy birthday dear roman! happy birthday to you!" everyone cheered as roman blew out his candles. it was his 30th birthday and he had invited the entire cast of his new movie, stab 3. you auditioned for the role of a side character but after roman viewed your tape, he created a new main character for you. by then, everyone knew you two had something for each other. he gets up and starts to hug everyone including you. he holds you the longest and even slips in a kiss on the cheek while everyone moves to the living room. "after they all leave, come with me to my room alright?" he whispers in your ear. you nod your head with excitement and walk to the living room and sit with sarah as she rants about how much she hates her character in the movie.

a few more hours start to pass and everyone starts to gather their things and leave. "hey y/n do you need a ride home?" jennifer asks you. "oh no i think i'm gonna stay the night here with roman." you give her a wink and she reciprocates with a silly grin on her face. you hug her and close the door and head upstairs to find roman. you walk through the upstairs area but you couldn't find roman. "roman? roman where the fuck are you?!" all of a sudden, someone in a ghostface costume comes out and grabs you from behind. you scream and elbow them in the side. roman lets out a groan and takes off the mask. "ugh roman why the fuck would you do that?! you scared the hell outta me!" he laughs and pulls you in by your waist.

"aww come on baby i was just trying to have some fun. besides, don't you think i look sexier with this shit on?" you agreed but gave roman a poker face. "whatever roman. so why the hell am i here right no-" he picks you up and starts to kiss you. his hands rub your back while yours cling onto his hair. he pushes the master bedroom door open and lays you on your back. he kisses your neck leaving several hickey marks burning into your skin. he takes off his shirt as do you. you leave scratches all over his back and he craves for more of you. "oh god roman. i want you inside me." roman gets more turned on when you whisper in his ear. he unbuckles his pants and pulls out his dick.

"put it in me baby." he smiles at you and takes off your pants. he lifts up your legs and goes down near your hole. he licks around your sensitive area which makes you moan in pleasure. "you like that baby boy?" you nod your head yes as your eyes roll back. he gets his dick and teases your hole with it. you couldn’t wait any longer. he knows this and slowly slides his dick inside you. every thrust was filled with all of roman’s love and wanting of you.

he goes even faster and faster making the pleasure unbearable but you craved it even more. you moaned and moaned so loud that you thought someone would call the police on you too. roman lays on his back as you start to ride him. you start to go fast and you stare at roman as he rolls his eyes back watching you ride his dick. “fuck yeah baby. ride my dick.” you put your fingers in his mouth and he sucks on them while you ride him. after riding, you get on all fours and roman gets behind you and you start to fuck his dick.

you both went fast which caused a choir of moans from the both of you. “fuck roman. i’m close.” “me too baby.” “cum in me.” roman heard you and did so. you felt his warm cum fill inside of you. you came not too long after and soon the two of you were laying in bed cuddling with each other. “well i hope you enjoyed your birthday present." roman laughed and gave you a kiss. "damn with this kind of present i wish it was my birthday every day then." you laughed and rolled your eyes and began to fall asleep in his arms.

[floralcyanide]

˚₊✩‧₊◜kinktober 2023! ―

― day nine ⛧ breeding kink

Roman Bridger x F!Reader

You and Roman have been trying for a baby for a while without any luck. One day, Roman is on his way home from work and has a request. 

warnings: smut, breeding kink, cockwarming, cum eating, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, mentions of failed pregnancy, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of miscarriage/ infertility, oral (f receiving), choking, nipple play (brief), lactation kink (lol. brief.)

word count: 1551

author's note: I LOVE ROMAN HE IS MY BABY DADDY FR (no pun intended I'm fr I love him sm) anyway I hope yall enjoy some Roman content. I have an unfinished Roman fic up rn actually if anyone wants to read it. I'm thinking soon I'll edit/ revise it and continue it. please leave feedback I love seeing what yall think!! ilyy

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this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” Roman says through the phone, readjusting it between his shoulder and ear as he drives, “When I get home, I want you on the bed. Naked. Be ready for me.”

“What?” you laugh, tossing the towel you were folding on the counter, “Roman.”

“You heard me. You have ten minutes.”

A chill runs up your spine as you step away from folding laundry, “Okay.”

It’s easy for Roman to get you to do anything he desires, not in a manipulative way, but in a mutual respect and endearment way.

Roman hangs up, and you scurry upstairs to your shared bedroom to get ready. You look at yourself in the mirror as you strip, switching your basic underwear for something more provocative. You fluff your hair, realizing about 5 minutes have passed before you jog to the bed and hop onto it, lying down. You try to figure out the perfect position but give up. Instead, you just slide your underwear to the side and rub your clit softly, working yourself up. You think of Roman and how bossy he will be when he gets home. How he’s going to tell you what to do and exactly how to do it. The thought of him walking in on you pleasuring yourself sends a surge of arousal through you, and you feel turned on enough to slip a finger inside your dampening cunt. You hum in satisfaction as you curl it against the familiar spongy spot, using your other hand to resume your clit play. You hear Roman slam the front door shut downstairs, and you eagerly add another finger, pumping them in and out slowly. 

“Good girl. Just how I wanted you- ready for my cock.”

You smirk as you continue to fuck your fingers, removing them and licking off your arousal as Roman watches closely.

“You should probably take off your cute underwear before I fucking rip it off of you,” Roman says casually, his eyes darkening as he pulls off his clothes.

You do as told, tossing the underwear somewhere on the floor beside the bed, spreading your legs like you know Roman wants you to. He moans at the sight of your wet pussy, all puffy and ready for him. He wastes no time climbing on the bed and launching himself onto you, Roman’s mouth attaching itself to your cunt, licking a wide stripe up your slit before circling your clit with his deft tongue. You grasp his hair as he looks up at you, not breaking eye contact as he laps at your bundle of nerves with vigor. 

“Gonna fuck you so good, gonna put a baby in this pussy,” Roman grunts, gripping your thighs as he eats you out like a starving man.

“Fuck, Roman,” you moan at his words, grinding on his tongue as he fucks you with it.

“Touch your breasts like a good kitten. Want you to think of how swollen and sensitive they’ll be when you’re pregnant with my baby,” Roman doesn’t stop licking and suckling at your cunt, knowing exactly how you will react to his filthy mouth. 

You move your hands from his hair and tweak your nipples, jerking your hips into Roman’s face at the sensation. You try your best to imagine how large you would get in your breasts and stomach, maybe even your thighs and definitely your hips. The two of you have been trying for a baby for a while, and there have been times you wanted to give up. Two miscarriages, negative pregnancy tests out the ass, and possible infertility were just some of the issues that have gone on lately. For a while now, you and Roman have had sex, but not to try for a baby. You haven’t taken any tests because you have yet to miss your period. So, at this point, it’s fair to say no matter what you do, having a baby naturally seems out of the picture. But you let your imagination work its magic anyway.

Roman senses you’re close to orgasm and pulls away, and you frown as you’re torn from your daydream of being full and round with Roman’s child. He sits on his knees, raising your legs to put them on his shoulders as he lines himself up with your entrance. Slowly, Roman pushes himself into you, nearly howling at the feeling of your tight wetness. Every time is like the first time for you both, no matter how life is going, your sex life is always perfect. This time is no different. Once Roman is sheathed all the way into you, he waits a moment for you to adjust to his size. You wiggle your hips a little, taking deep breaths as you stretch around him. You begin to move your body back and forth, motioning for Roman to move, too. And he doesn’t waste a second before pulling out and plunging back into you. Gaining a steady rhythm, Roman leans down to capture your lips with his, your chest nearly flush with his. You slip your tongue into his mouth and fight for dominance, swallowing his moans as he fucks you a little harder. He grabs hold of your throat and gently squeezes it as he makes out with you.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Roman closes his eyes as he gets lost in the feeling of your walls fluttering around him, your g spot grazing against his tip with every thrust, “Gonna fuck a baby into you, make you so full of my cum you’ll have to get pregnant.”

You moan at Roman’s voice as it whispers dirty fantasies in your ear about how he’s gonna pump you full of cum and fuck it into you, how he’s gonna suck your nipples until you lactate, and how much he loves you. You bounce yourself onto his cock, chasing after your incoming orgasm as Roman toys with your clit. 

“Cum around my cock, baby girl. Milk this cock like you mean it,” Roman gruffs, his breaths coming out in pants as he snaps his hips into yours as fast as he can.

You curse as you purposefully clench hard around Roman, causing him to spurt hot cum into you. The feeling of his hot seed filling your womb makes your orgasm hit you full force, your cunt clenching harder around Roman, milking him for everything he has to offer. You’re both panting as you come down from your highs. You wait for your husband to pull out of you, but he doesn’t. Instead, he grabs your hips and lays down, keeping himself inside you. You’re the one on top now, still full of Roman’s softening cock.

“Are you gonna-”

“Nope,” Roman smiles, “I was serious about fucking a baby into you. I’m keeping my cum in you for as long as I have to.”

You squirm at the feeling of him inside you, your pussy sensitive from your release. 

“Stop moving, or I’ll get hard again,” Roman warns, and you jokingly swivel your hips.

You both laugh, and Roman reaches up to push some hair out of your face, “My beautiful wife.”

You smile, keening into his hand as he cups your face. You stay like that, sitting on him for a little while as he massages your breasts, sliding his hands up and down your sides. You rest your palms on Roman’s chest, watching him lovingly.

“I’m gonna pull out, are you ready?”

You nod but still wince slightly as Roman slowly removes himself from you. Before you can react, Roman shoves two fingers inside you, pumping his cum back into you before it can fully leak out. You’re a little turned on from him playing with your nipples a moment ago, so you gasp at the feeling of his digits curling side you. Roman flips onto his stomach, replacing his fingers with his tongue. He hungrily laps at your mixture of cum and arousal, and you groan at the sight of Roman consuming his own release. 

“That’s fucking hot,” you sigh, letting him tongue-fuck you.

Roman sucks your clit as he switches between eating up your leaking cunt and grazing his teeth along the bundle of nerves. You feel yourself edging toward another orgasm and let it wash over you as Roman eats it up, too. 

“God,” you exhale, relaxing into the pillows behind your head, “That was amazing.”

“I agree. We should make babies more often,” Roman laughs.

“More than we already do?” you roll your eyes at him, and he climbs over to you, pulling you into his chest.

“Way more. Like, 3 times a day at least.” Roman rests his hand on your stomach as you both cuddle for a while. You get up to shower, and Roman gets up to make dinner. Over the next few days, you forget about the sex. You’re used to Roman cumming inside you when you fuck anyway, and nowadays, you don’t really miss your period because of it. Until you do. You don’t have your period for a whole month and a half before deciding to take a test. And when you do, there are two lines. So, with shock filling your bones, you take another. And another. They’re all positive Looks like Roman did fuck a baby into you after all.

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[getmeoutofhell]

Slasher House x f! reader

“y/n, could you come in here for a moment please.” usually when hannibal calls you by your first name, something’s up. you wasted no time and went to where he was.

“yes?” you say, as you feel your nerves rise out of fear. he looks at you, not with anger, but with concern. you raise ur eyebrow, confused. “what’s the matter doctor lector? did i so something wrong again?” you ask.

he squints his eyes at you, before slight shaking his head no. “i’m a little confused y/n. what is this?” he picks up a card with a piece of paper on it. “what is that?” you ask. he shows you a letter with your name as the title of it. your eyes widened at the paper, wondering who the hell wrote it.

“may i see it doctor?” he hands you the letter, before taking a seat in one of the chairs. you begin to open the letter, itching to see which bastard wrote it. no one’s ever wrote you a letter before, so this was different.

‘dear y/n, i hope this letter finds you well.

i’ve been admiring you for some months now, and took some time to get to know you personally.

your eyes, smile, laugh, personality, are a gift to me. i’d rather keep my identity private, so you won’t try and run from me. not like you can anyway. after all you’re mine.

once you find out who i am, you and i will leave this place and move away together. i want you to have my children, carry on our legacy. you’d be a wonderful mother, and a wonderful wife. don’t worry my love, i’ll send more letters soon.

sincerely,

your future husband’

your eyes widened as you read the letter out loud to hannibal. who the fuck is this person, writing this letter to you? hannibal looked at you, before taking a quick breath.

“well y/n, it’s clear that someone in this house is in love with you. would you like help figuring out who it is?” he says.

you don’t know what to say.

part 2

[loveandmurders]

Scream Masterlist

Ghostface’s fan #1 Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 (NSFW, Billy Loomis x female reader x Stu Matcher)

No blood on my floor!! (Billy Loomis x female reader x Stu Matcher)

Killer gf imagine (Billy Loomis x female reader x Stu Matcher)

Ticklish s/o (Billy Loomis x GN!reader x Stu Matcher)

So hot & so confused (Billy Loomis x female reader)

Ghostface is my soulmate (Billy Loomis x female reader)

My boyfriend is a serial killer (Stu Matcher x female reader)

Here for you (Amber Freeman x gender neutral reader)

Life used to be so soft (Amber Freeman x gender neutral reader)

Roman neglected you imagine (Roman Bridger x female reader)

Some interesting holidays (Billy Loomis x GN!reader x Stu Matcher // crossover with House of Wax)

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

Public

older!rockstar!eddie x popstar!reader

note: takes place after Paris throughout 2024, yn and eddie stop hiding their relationship now that they're both all in.

warning: slut shaming

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y/nl/n

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y/nl/n: 📸: eds

september 15, 2023

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em_1989: im so happy for you 😭😭

taytay.13: how she looks at him>>>

_17jenna: why is she with him? she could do so much better than some old guy

dylan_86: cause she's a slut

georgia.iloveyourson: that 'some old guy' is a literal rock legend. what have you done?

ribbons.in.your.hair: whats my girl making in the studio??? 👀

youve.been.gilmored_: y/n with glasses 🔛🔝

_jeremy.03: this relationship is weird...

ima_mirrorball: thanks for the opinion that nobody asked for 🥰

layla.anderson19: we're all gonna ignore the last photo???

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posted Feb 5, 2024

Eddie Munson (46) and Y/n L/n (25) were seen getting very cozy at The Grammy's this past weekend. Sitting next to Taylor Swift, as well as Lana Del Rey, it seems the 'Nonsense' singer's friends get along great with the rock legend.

The couple were both up for their own separate awards, Munson being up for Rock Album with 'In Times New Roman...' by Queen of the Stone Age, having been the main producer on several songs. As well as 'Not Strong Enough' by Boygenius, a group Eddie had publicly wanted to work with since their first EP, and finally having that time this past year.

L/n was up for Record of the Year with her song 'Feather', winning her first Grammy. The couple shared a cute moment, with a hug and a kiss, before she got a big hug from friend and mentor, Taylor Swift, then running up on stage; mentioning both in her speech. As well as winning Music Video for, again, her song 'Feather'.

The couple also didn't miss Eddie Munson's son, Leo Munson, getting a few awards that night also. The man worked with Boygenius, producing and winning Alternative Album, as well as beating his father in Rock Album, with 'This Is Why' by Paramore.

All around a very successful night for the couple, as one of their first fully public engagements together.

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y/nl/n

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y/nl/n: 🎀

June 22, 2024

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em.emily: she's so hot 😍

sturniolo.13: she's crazyyy for this

dads.bradsandchads: She admits she's only with him cause of his age and money.

mom.iama.richman: i aspire to be your level of delusion

big_reputation: the pic w eddie is so cute

zebra11: y/n is so iconic 😭

katelynstyles: she's so unserious

normalpeople_: ikr i love her

flyers_fan: She's with him for attention.

carmencarmen: i also love dilfs

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isla_munson

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isla_munson: my first ep 'isla' is out THIS FRIDAY!!! 🖤🤍

August 6, 2024

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y/nl/n: so proud of you hun!!! ❤️❤️

walker.scobell: 🍂

isla_munson: 🍂

corrodedcoffinofficial: So excited to listen, little Munson!

jess.1989: y/n has writing creds!!

speaknow.stan: that's how y'know its gonna be good!

madmax: nah, we know its gonna be good because Leo is producing!

emails_13: nah, we know its gonna be good because its isla!

sienna.taylor: my little recording artist 🥰

isla_munson: love ya! ❤️

samandcolbys.wife: walker and isla's comments 👀

isla.loverr: autumn leaves about to be THE teenage love song

lana.lorde: i know!!! they're so cute!

leomunson: can't wait for people to hear your work!

isla_munson: our* work

isla's ep:

balled of a homeschooled girl - olivia rodrigo

kissing lessons - lucy dacus

pretty isn't pretty - olivia rodrigo

lacy - olivia rodrigo

anatomy - kenzie (about her mom)

autumn leaves - mckenna grace (about walker)

graceland too - pheobe bridgers (leo wrote about isla)

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[creepyyanderegirl]

Yandere Roman Bridger Alphabet

A=Affection (How do they show their love for you) 

Hugging,kissing,arm over shoulder, pats on back,caresses,strokes, dancing

B=Bound (How much do they share with you) 

Tells you everything

C=Cruel (How do they punish you) 

Yelling,violence, spanking,silent treatment, takes things from you

D-Desire (How long until they take you) 

2 years

E=Even (To what level are they dominant) 

Dominant

F=Future(What are their future plans for the two of you) 

Get married

G=Gifts (What do they give you) 

Daggers,Alcohol, food,jewelry, clothes,cameras

H=Hell (Worst experience with them) 

His angry moments, his punishments, his jealous moments

I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you) 

10/10

J=Jealous(How easily do they get jealous) 

Easily. Kills anyone that goes near you

K=Killing (How do they handle killing) 

Very brutal

L=Language (What is their love language) 

Physical touch, quality time, words of affirmation

M=Manipulation(What could you do to get your way) 

If your sweet to him or show him a bit of affection

N=No (To what strength would they go for you) 

He'd do anything for

O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you) 

10/10

P=Pet names(What do they call you)  

Darling,hunny,cutie,beautiful, kitten,babe,baby,baby girl,good girl, sweetheart

Q=Quit (How would they act if you died) 

He'd go on a killing spree and kill himself after

R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away) 

He'll follow you and bring you back

S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you) 

10/10

T=Type  (What type of yandere are they) 

Delusional,Possessive, stalker,Obsessive, sadistic,manipulative, isolating

U=Unique (Different from other yanderes) 

Tries to get a movie made of you two

V=Vine (How would they feel if you fought back) 

Holds you down or ties you up until you stop

W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will) 

No

X=X-Ray (How much do they keep hidden from you) 

Nothing

Y=Yearning (How much do they want you) 

8/10

Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together) 

Holds you in his arms

[localduffyx]

MISSING YOU, MISSING ME

masterlist

Missing You - Hunter Hayes

Pairing: Roman Bridger x GN!Reader

Y/N POV

I looked around "woodsboro" for my bag. I couldn't find it. I walked over by Dewey. "Hey, have you seen my bag?" I asked.

I don't want to hate that sunset

I don't want to hate LA

"What does it look like?" Dewey asked. I started to explain what my bag looked like. "I've seen it." Dewey said.

Sunburns fade, seasons change

But I miss the way you say my name

I was relieved. "Where?" I asked. "In Roman's office."

Some roads take you nowhere, some roads take you back

I gave a fake smile. When Dewey walked away, I threw my head back, and groaned.

But the closest to heaven was on highway 27

I've never been lost like that, yeah

Its been a week since my "friend" kissed my now ex-boyfriend Roman. When I saw them kiss Roman I broke. Me and my "friend" aint friends anymore.

I should be better at moving on

And get my shit together

I also found out my "friend" was stealing from me. I brought my head up, and saw Roman leave with the detectives. I looked over at Sarah.

But I'm all alone

I quickly walked over by Sarah. "Hey sarah." I said, Sarah looking at me. "Oh hey Y/N." Sarah said smiling, before hugging me. I hugged her back.

Up all night

Missing you, missing me

I stay high

And chase it with a memory

So good at make believe

I think it's good for me

And I can't stop

Missing you, missing me

"You going to Roman's office?" I asked, pulling away from the hug. "No, I'm leaving sorry." I nodded.

Ah ah ah

Missing you, missing me

I hesitated before walking to Roman's office. I walked in his office. There was my bag, right on his desk.

Ah ah ah

Missing you, missing me

I grabbed it walking out. I walked to my car, seeing a note on my windshield. I grabbed it, before getting in my car. I looked at the note. It was an address, and a time.

Do you remember all the nights where all we did was getting closer

I relive them all the time, that's why I can't stay sober

Then in Roman's handwriting, "please" was under the address.

And I tell myself I'm better now 'cause I'm good at lying

But the reruns are just like a drug that I can't quit trying

I couldn't turn it down no matter how bad I wanted to.

Up all night

Missing you, missing me

I stay high

And chase it with a memory

So good at make believe

I think it's good for me

And I can't stop

Missing you, missing me

I put the note on my passenger seat.

Ah ah ah

Missing you, missing me

(Time skip)

I looked at the time. It was time to go. I quickly changed into,

(I made multiple ones that you can choose, but it doesn't need to be any of them)

Ah ah ah

Missing you, missing me

I got in my car and started to drive to the address. When I arrived I sat in my car for a bit.

Some roads take you nowhere, some roads take you back

I took a deep breath before getting out and going to the front door. I knocked on the door.

But the closest to heaven was on highway 27

I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. The door opened, reveling Jennifer.

I've never been lost like that

She let me in. Everyone was fighting, when I walked in. Roman was drunk. Roman didn't notice i was there.

And you still keep me

When he did he was shocked at what I was wearing. "I'll go with roman." Jennifer said.

Up all night

Missing you, missing me

I stay high

And chase it with a memory

So good at make believe

I think it's good for me

And I can't stop

Roman took a drink of whatever was in the bottle, before shaking his head. "I will." I said.

That missing you, missing me

"Okay!" Roman said. I started to walk with Roman. "They kissed me, acting like I--" I cut Roman off. "I know." I said looking down. "A basement!" Roman exclaimed. I rolled my eyes.

Ah ah ah

Missing you, missing me (missing you)

"Come on." Roman said, taking my hand. I smiled, following Roman down the basement stairs.

Ah ah ah (oh)

Missing you, missing me

I looked around at the movie figures and stuff. Roman stopped walking, pulling me close to his chest. I was confused.

So good at make believe

I think it's good for me

And I can't stop

Then Roman kissed me. I kissed him back.

Missing you, missing me

[mickyaltierisgf]

OMG

OMG

OMG

The romickey fic omfg about the detective

Can you please do a part 2? 💗💗💗

It was so good!

missing at sunrise studios ii

poly!ghostface romickey x fem!reader

nsfw! minors pls dni

feel free to @ me in the comments or in my ask box.

You blended in silently, mostly observing the people and activities around you. As far as you could tell, everyone seemed hard at work or was putting on a good show of appearing that way. Roman’s gaze was sharper than your own, scrutinizing every tiny detail of his actors. Mickey was lounging beside him, much more relaxed, and as he caught your eye, he gave you a wink. You shot him a half smile and turned to continue walking among the various cast and crew members milling about. You couldn’t be sure if the killer was here, hiding in plain sight, or lurking in some darkened corner, ready to jump out and claim their next victim. It was entirely possible they weren’t there at all. And if there were two of them, you definitely hoped that was the case.

Right now, you were merely scouting. A flash of your badge got you access to any room or trailer you wanted, and you were going to take advantage of that. You weren’t supposed to be here at all, especially not on official police business, but no one had to know about that. You knocked on one trailer after another and let yourself in, doing a sweep through to see if you couldn’t find anything out of place. Most of these people were likely innocent and, in fact, probably clueless as to just what was even going on, but you had to be thorough. You didn’t particularly like taking such liberties with your power, but if it meant bringing you closer to solving this case, that was ultimately the most important thing.

There was no lunch break, per se; the director called ‘cut’ and decided who could leave, when, and for how long. It was well past after noon when you noticed people starting to disperse. You looked for Roman and Mickey but couldn’t find them in the crowd, and suddenly your heart was pumping hard enough to knock against your chest. You felt for the gun at your hip; your clammy hand felt colder than the dark steel, and the touch barely gave you the comfort it usually did. You walked quickly, passing people and trailers until you found the one labeled "BRIDGER". You didn’t even stop to smile at the "ALTIERI +" you were sure Mickey had tacked on above it.

You nearly flung yourself through the door, stopping dead in your tracks at the sight. You felt relief wash over you as well as slight irritation. They weren’t doing anything wrong, really; you were just feeling oversuspicious and not seeing them had nearly sent you into panic mode. You closed the door quietly, still watching, arms crossed, head tilted to the side. They seemed completely engrossed in each other, but you caught Mickey’s gaze, and you could see him grin against Roman’s lips. He had a hand moving behind Roman’s belt, and you could hear Roman moan quietly into the kiss.

"Do you guys actually get any work done here?" you asked, smirking at Roman as he turned to look at you, his glasses half askew. "Or do you literally screw around all day?"

Mickey grinned wide, showing teeth, his hand not faltering in the least. "We might get more done if we did screw. Roman here struts around all day with a stick up his ass when what he really needs is—"

"Finish that sentence, and I’ll stick your own foot up your ass," Roman said, adjusting his glasses.

"So violent!" Mickey said mock dramatically, the hand in Roman’s pants moving faster. Roman grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him into another more savage kiss. He pulled away after a few moments and turned to you.

"Come here, y/n."

You moved a bit, responding to Roman’s command as if on autopilot. But you only took a few steps before stopping again. "I’m supposed to be investigating," you pointed out. "How are you even this horny when there’s a potential mass murderer on the loose?"

"That just makes us hornier." Mickey grinned wolfishly at you, pulling his hand out of Roman’s pants unceremoniously and tugging his shirt over his head. Roman was unbuttoning his own shirt when Mickey grabbed it and pulled, causing a few buttons to go flying in various directions.

"What the FUCK, Mickey?!" Roman cursed, looking down at his ruined shirt.

"You have 50 identical shirts." Mickey shrugged, smiling unapologetically.

You laughed out loud but made quick work of your own shirt to avoid Mickey trying the same thing with you. You joined them, smirking as Mickey’s eyes went straight to your bare chest. "I knew you weren’t wearing a bra," he purred, pulling you to him. He leaned down to kiss you, his tongue thrusting into your mouth. He pulled away as he felt Roman tug at you, and you were easily swept into another kiss against Roman’s fuller lips. You fiddled with his belt, pulling it off and lowering his pants, even as you felt Mickey’s hands reaching for your own pants.

"Don’t rip them!" You warned him, and he snickered but complied, being careful not to cause any damage. "Do we even have enough time?" you asked belatedly, pulling your panties off next.

"No one’s gonna come looking for him," Mickey said, jabbing at Roman with a thumb.

"We have about an hour," Roman said, scowling at Mickey. He set his glasses aside and pulled you in again, hoisting you up easily. You wrapped your arms around him, and he tugged your legs around his hips. You moaned throatily when you felt him position himself and let you slide down on him. You looked behind you, trying to see what Mickey was doing, and then felt him crowd behind you, his chest touching your back as he positioned himself next.

"Fuck, M-Mickey!" you choked, feeling almost painfully full. You hissed as they began to move, and it felt strange at first as they tried to establish a rhythm. When they found it, they worked flawlessly together. Your head fell against Mickey’s shoulder, writhing helplessly between them. Roman’s hands smoothed down your back, sending pleasant shivers down your spine. His hands kneaded your cheeks, spreading them a bit more for Mickey. Meanwhile, Mickey’s hands closed around your tits, fondling them. You bit your lip, trying not to scream out your pleasure, especially when one of Mickey’s hands lowered to your pussy. His fingers flicked your clit, and you were nearly shaking apart from the pleasure. He chucked lowly next to your ear, tormenting you with his fingers. A moan escaped your lips as they pressed in even closer together, sandwiching you between them as they kissed.

"Fuck, oh my god," you whined desperately. Your nails dug into Roman’s back, and you buried your face in his shoulder, trying to muffle your shouts against it as they increased their pace, hammering inside you. "I’m gonna cum!" you cried pitifully, basically drooling against his sweaty skin. You bit down on his shoulder, and you heard him hiss a bit, but he only pounded you harder for it. Mickey’s hand rubbed between your legs harder, and you screamed as you came, ecstasy exploding through your body. Your eyes were screwed shut, your teeth digging lightly into Roman’s shoulder. One of his hands fisted your hair, right on the edge of pain, as you felt him come next. Mickey’s hands fondled your tits again, rougher this time as he came last.

You stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard together. Then they pulled out slowly, letting you down gently. You could barely stand on your own, feeling yourself lean against Mickey. You grimaced a bit, feeling their come leaking out of you. Roman handed you your underwear, and you used them to clean up a little. The three of you walked a few steps to the cool leather couch and collapsed on it. You had no concept of time, feeling overheated and exhausted. You felt like you might fall asleep until you felt Roman move. He placed a kiss on your cheek before getting up. Mickey placed a kiss on your lips, his hand teasing you again, before Roman batted his hand away.

"Fuck time’s over. Hurry up and get dressed," he said sternly.

Mickey rolled his eyes as he looked at you, and you smiled tiredly. He got up, following Roman, and hugged him from behind, rubbing against him suggestively. Roman pulled out of his grip and barked, "Not now, Mick!"

You giggled as Mickey grinned at you and shrugged, pulling his clothes back on. Roman was carefully buttoning a fresh shirt, glaring at Mickey for having ruined his old one. He smoothed his hair and checked his appearance in a mirror, making sure nothing was out of place. Mickey only gave himself a cursory glance over Roman’s shoulder and turned to walk away. He leaned over you to kiss you again, pinching your tit lightly before going out the door. Roman brought your clothes over, leaving them next to you. He gave you a quick kiss on your lips and followed Mickey out.

You’re not sure how long you lay there, using your clothes as a makeshift pillow. You were relaxed, your mind thankfully blank from all your previous worries. The stress in your limbs bled away with the pleasure. When your phone rang.

You ignored it for a while, but the insistent ringing wouldn’t stop, and you eventually moved, rifling through your clothes, searching lazily for it. As your hand closed around it, you answered, forgetting to check the caller ID. Your chief’s voice sounded through the speaker, and you felt a tiny bit of apprehension creep back in.

"Y/N? Are you there?" His voice was muffled as you pressed the phone to your cheek and sighed.

"Yeah, sorry, what’s up?" you asked.

"I'm just checking up on my best detective," he flattered. "How's your time off?"

"Good. I think maybe a week off was a good idea after all. I’m ready to come back in to work, though," you said hopefully, crossing your fingers as an afterthought.

"I’m not so sure about that," he said doubtfully. "You look tired."

You faltered, your breath catching in your throat. "What?" you croaked.

"You sound tired," he replied, sounding concerned.

"Oh...um," you swallowed, your heart doing backflips in your chest. "I just had a long night," you said, clearing your throat. You heard shuffling and then your partner’s voice.

"I bet," he chuckled.

You felt your hackles rise a bit.

"What’s up? Why’d you guys call me?" You asked again, your eyebrows furrowing.

"Just making sure you’re taking it easy and getting some much-needed rest," he answered, sounding oddly sly.

"I am. I just finished exercising. Now I think I’m going to take a nap," you lied, feeling annoyed at their meddling.

"Yeah, a nap is probably a good idea," and this time his voice transitioned smoothly into that creepy tone you came to dread. "Better for your health than chasing ghosts..."

You barely contained a gasp; every cell in your body freezing up. Your hand shook a tiny bit, holding the phone unsteadily next to your ear. "You..." you whispered. Your eyes darted around, and your other hand pulled your blouse closed, trying awkwardly to button it with one hand. "Where are you?" you questioned, your eyes darting around the room uselessly. There was no way they were there, but your mind was still buzzing with anxiety and paranoia.

"Closer than you think," the voice taunted.

You hastily put on your pants, not bothering with zipping them, as you crept close to one of the windows and moved the curtain just enough to peek out. You saw a ton of people, but none that stood out. You wished you could see the set to make sure Mickey and Roman were safe, but it was well out of view from here.

"Why don’t you come out? Or are you too afraid to face me? Easier to target a bunch of armature actors, huh? You probably jump out from behind them too, like a fucking pussy," you spat, glaring as you scanned the crowd outside harder.

"I guess I should pick on someone my own size," the voice said easily. "Like one of those boyfriends of yours."

You felt your heart stutter, and you moved away from the window again. No one knew. No one was supposed to know. No one except...you shook your head, slumping against the wall. "I don’t have a boyfriend," you said, trying to inject as much confidence into your voice as you could.

"Then who were those two guys I watched fuck you?" the voice asked, sending chills through you. Your eyes darted around the room again, and now you swept through it, running your hand over every surface and trying to squint into every crevice, looking for a camera or some sort of listening device. "You put on quite a show," a cruel laugh. "And here I thought you were such a good girl," he mocked. "Turns out you’re actually a little slut," the voice turned sharp. "You handle cocks better than your gun."

"Fuck you, you fucking creep!" you snapped. "I fucking dare you to crawl out of whatever hole you’re hiding in and face me like a fucking man. Stop using that fake voice, take off your goofy mask, and let’s talk face-to-face," you challenged brazenly. Emotions of shame, anger, and fear mixing with extreme adrenaline. "We’ll see how good I am with my gun," and as you said it, you snatched it up, gripping it in your right hand.

The voice laughed again, making you clench the phone tight enough to make you wonder if it might actually snap in your grip. "We might just take you up on your offer. Soon."

"We?" You sneered and barked out a laugh. "Can’t hack it on your own?"

"Oh, one of us is more than enough to kill you. But one dick just wouldn’t be enough for a whore like you, would it?" The voice sneered back maliciously.

"You fucking low-life rat!" you hissed, trying to stop your voice from shaking. As furious as you felt, your heart rate was also spiking, flooding your system with panic and fright.

"See you soon, y/n."

The line went dead, and you walked over to the couch, tossing your phone aside and running a hand through your hair. Within moments, the door was swinging open, and your head snapped up, your hand instantly pointing the gun, safety off.

tbc?

[chaos-grimlin]

Hi! Its Raz or Shrimpy what ever you prefer BUT IM NOW TAKING REQUESTS FOR HEADCANONS AND ONE SHOT FANFICS INBOX ME OR HIT THE ASK BUTTON TO REQUEST! :D

Heres who i write for so far!

Nubbins Sawyer

Bubba Sawyer

Chop top Sawyer

Billy loomis

Stu macher

Poly! Stu macher and Billy loomis

Sidney Prescott

Tatum Riley

Randy meeks

Micheal Myers(og micheal)

Any Dead by daylight killer or surviver(like ill write for them all)

Freddy Krueger

Jason Voorhees

Brahms heelshire

Laurie strode

Sally Hardesty

Franklin Hardesty

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Leon s kennedy

Albert wesker

Neville longbottom

George weasley(i cant spell today)

Fred weasley

Ron weasley

Roman bridger

Mickey altieri

Tate langdon

Young Charles xavier

Logan

Peter maximoff

Johnny sawyer (from the TCM game)

I will watch more movies so i can write for more!

What i will write:

Anything! Angst and fluff and Smut

And ANY prompt anyone gives me

What i won't write:

Oc x character

Incest

Scat kinks

Piss kinks

Large age differences

I will normally use Gender neutral pronouns for Y/n unless the request says otherwise! You must state Y/ns gender like do you want Gender neutral (they/them), male (he/him), or female (she/her)

Love you guys have a good day!❤